she gathered her dress above her knees and
stepped with certainty into the seadeep surrender
to this moment.
Grandmother stroked her feet and pointed to the fish, curled in flight,
to remind her of this great adventure of living.
"we belong to a mystery that mirrors our immense and unnameable faces.
in truth, we are dreamed perfectly to sing a music too dazzling to hear."
she lets the tears fall.
in this everything, there is nothing. in this nothingness, everything.
the water carries the wave back to sea
and all those sharp and jagged corners, smooth down to rose petals.
he is here no more. no more.
in this freedom burns a purest grief.
and love is all.
love is all.
love is all.
my dear and tender gift,
I will quiet my foot fall, step lightly, and kneel at the beautiful you that is given.
this is precious, tender and true.
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